Well, almost dead. I was about to die and so I was pretending to be dead just to go along with the inevitable. In order to pretend to be dead I lay face down in a dog crate on the floor. I tried to keep still and go ahead and die but soon I realized I actually didn’t want to die. I moved and shifted and even stealthily waved at passersby who exhibited mild surprise to see that I was still alive.
A few days ago I dreamt that I was being prepped for a medical scan because I was going to have a “minor” brain surgery. I didn’t want brain surgery. It would probably hurt and any number of things could go wrong.
Then I woke up and wrote a blog entry about it. Or did I?